Looking down the barrel when i see,i hear a voice
The zombies around me,give me a scare
Little bit of what i was left,resting in peace
Away from the hassles of life,writing this piece
I shall never,I shall never feel the pain
I would never,I would never see the light
Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky
Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky
It is so for i am floating with it,the cloud is my friend
I miss all those days on the earth,the plea is all lame
The cry of those orphan children,longing for life
Before i could bring out my heart,i faced the truth of life
It isnt the end beautiful friend,enemies around
Weeping for my near and dear ones,still i can spare
I still can never see the light
When i wont hear "goodbye blue sky"
Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky
Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky
Out on the road,busy cars passing by
Whistling all alone,when a boy counts the stars
I've been alone,all alone,when the clock was hitting nine
When i want to say to the world,its time to bid goodbye
The depth of your breadth,i can feel you all around
I can see you on my bed,flirting with my dreams
Hold me closer to you darlin',i missed on my days
Aint no trouble in my dreams i'm all yours
Running away from the dirt,i can praise you with my thought
There isnt any place of falling out
Silent echoes,whispering in my ears
Am i lookin good?honey tell me the truth
I've been decking up,adorning myself to catch hold of your arms
Now i 'm sayin it to the world-it isnt time to bid goodbye
The depth of your breadth,i can feel you all around
I can see you on my bed,flirting with my dreams
Hold me closer to you darlin',i missed on my days
Aint no trouble in my dreams i'm all yours
Aint no trouble in my dreams i'm all yours
It's all in a dream,a ray of hope and little gleam
I do not see to feel you in and out
Running away from the dirt,i can praise you with my thoughts
There isnt any place of falling out
Knows only the almighty why is it so,
When thrown into an arena,it harms like a wounded tiger!
Young kids call it betrayal,but it is a facet
Love like all of us,has an animal within itself.............
People misjudge...and blame it ignoring its exquisite refinery
All of us-hypocrites,as we praise it when we fall in its bosom..
Olivia's plague holds an exception,which shook with its sharp spear
The wild image of it run parallel to a man's sense of temper
It is an illusion,whose spirits resemble to that old bottle of whiskey
You gulp it down to intoxicate yourself but too costly to buy it worth money
One fails to identify his emotions at times,and blames it for love-----
Oh!you shouldnt cry if you are rewarded for your wrong decisions
Love- a different perception for men,women and kids
Once you taste the syrup,you whisper to your own self-Love....is it?
Heavy duty load up on my mind
Need a carefree stroll to set them free
I could carry it out with a bottle of wine
Got a grain of blessing from the Mother divine
I did it all of them,out of my own pedigree
As i am,the written prodigy
Dont stare at me woman,i could rape your eyes
I'm quick at penetration,can read your thoughts
Wont push myself into the heinous crime
Though my song doesnt quite say that i'm sublime
Pretending is not always the sharp remedy
You are forgetting my woman,it is me-the written prodigy
The music heard was the tune from a detuned guitar
It had lost its melody due to rust
Dont put in much effort my dear audience
I'm just trying to rhyme it with the ambience
Dont you undermine my poetry-my necessity
Do i still remind you?that i-the written prodigy?
Prodigy is a blessing that's true
Not every lay man is one...........
I feel i'm beating my own drum
Good enough to make my verse look little handsome
Eh!it might be small-too fake for it to be a celebrity
But it is,as they say-child prodigy!
They form a queue when on a mission
Provide shelter for thousands of birds
Connecting people,a perfect transmission
Expressing themselves as if its a game of charades
A wired mind transcends eternity
The idiot box cries due to their ailment
With the handsome cables,it tries to maintain parity
The soldiers often give them compliment
The music meet at the crossroads with Eric
The sound of his instrument makes all mesmeric
A wire leads from the front now
When a fellow fan exclaims "wow!"
All isnt fair what fair looks to be..
It also has its own villainy
When one's life is haywire
A wired mind is often put to the jury
A thin material of utmost power
From the universe connecting the sattelites
Producing the essence of crotchets and minims
A wire is a ray of hope.....
When you look up at them and feel their positions
It seems like some narrow lanes entwined
They arent aware of their destination
Waiting to get recruited
They resemble some abstract paintings
Underneath which locomotes the engine
A jungle of thoughts..deep and intense
One may lose himself but never be lost
Rain-washed city of mine,the blurred images
Standing tall on a precarious vale
A balance of power,meek and quirk
There is always a pure within an impure
Follow me,follow to the empty roads
Drenching my school bag on a spree
The ditches pour out with their emotions
Bridges and lakes,all in a glee....
A sip of tea with a drop of water fallin from above
Dull and drab corners of the cup
It's smell casts a magic spell on me
Like a tortoise's life,though blunt from outside
When i used to sit inside that weak bus
The pain of the windows,the broken iron pieces
A cold feeling on my shoulder..it was the drizzle
It couldnt protect me from the rains yet...
'Mon'day morning 'soon' came and went
I felt a treble in my voice
A shiver ran down my spines thinking
How would i perform now?
I've been driven into a paralysed enviroment
My fingers paining with the thought of a pen
Yet it could still produce a portrait of imagination
There is a always a pure within an impure
The world is beaming closer i dont know how to pretend
Holy night is getting darker when the shadow is a pain
And the time is walking narrow on a dark pastoral lane
Waking all the Satans to rescue the Tintern Abbey
Dressing up and masquerading himself he steps forward on a wrong note 12 past'night Canterbury station he stands tall with this long coat Higher and higher,his thoughts are flying higher
I did see,the stain on the floor
It was real,like a stream of current floating with my thoughts
I can steal,away from your spear
Which was causing a scar,like stray bullet piercing through my brain
When it was dawn,i could see him getting up from his room
Never really thought that this world would be an ironic play
The murder of the Tintern Abbey was on the limelight
He knew himself but he knew not,that we are all masquerades
Yes are we?O we are!
Hidden behind is a devil,with its sharpened tooth Cemetries run away to give shelter to their graves
He preferred to use the one with the best grip
The knife of human emotions,piercing through our brain
I could still feel the cry of the woman in her teens, Chased miles panting but the man with his masquerade was far far away...
In some distant land is his feet...
Where lay the cryptic writings!
